The Wrong Way Around [Phan]

Chapter 24

Phil's Pov

A few minutes after Dan had left, I scooped up my pancakes and sat down to eat. I had thought about waiting for him, but it was Dan, so I had no idea how long he would be, especially considering he hadn't told me where he was going or what he was doing.

I suddenly felt something cold and runny dripping onto my leg, and looked down to find I had been pouring syrup on my pancake for about five minutes straight, and it had now overflowed onto my lap.

I quickly got up to get a cloth and stop the drip before syrup went all over the floor. Once I had done that, I also used the cloth to wipe off the table.

Then I looked at my plate.

Oh, this was not going to be fun.

I carefully picked the plate up, making sure I didn't move it at all as I walked towards the sink, because then it would spill.

And then, of course, once I was right next to the sink, I dropped it.

To be honest, it was less of a "drop" and more of an "unintentional throw".

The pancake landed all the way across the room, with the syrup making a sticky line from it to my feet. I looked at the mess, dreading cleaning it up, but I knew if I waited it would only be worse, as the syrup would dry and be even more sticky.

After about two hours of cleaning, or at least trying to, the floor was still coated in syrup, and I was starting to get very tired and bored.

I decided to go to my room for a short break.

I went in and laid down on my bed, planning to just stay there for about ten minutes, but I fell asleep almost automatically.

Dan's Pov

As soon as I had put the hamster in its new home, I was reminded by my growling stomach that I hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

Hoping Phil had left me some pancakes, I made my way into the kitchen.

I put one foot down on the floor, then the next, then when I tried to lift the first one I found that it was stuck to the floor. But I had already tried to walk forwards, and that momentum pushed me forward.

Right onto my face.

"PHIL?!" I shouted, trying to get up. Unfortunately, my arms, pants, shirt and face were now also stuck to the floor, and I couldn't really move.

"Phil!!!!" I shouted again, and this time I heard his bedroom door open and close, then hurried footsteps making their way to me.

I listened as he entered the kitchen, then began laughing as he saw what had happened.

"Phil!" I screamed at him, "this is not funny!"

That just made him laugh even harder.

"I don't know, Dan. It's kind of hilarious," he said in between giggles.

"Oh, yes, haha, so funny," I said sarcastically. "JUST GET ME OFF THIS FLOOR!"

So he got a cloth, which I could see had already been used, and started scrubbing at the floor again. After about an hour and a half of Phil scrubbing and me wiggling around, trying to get loose, I finally managed to get up.

Of course, Phil was still laughing.

"Stop covering your mouth," I told him, gently pulling his hand away from his face.

He did, but he didn't look to happy about it.

"Want to go watch Death Note or something?" I asked him randomly.

In response Phil nodded his head, so we went over to the couch and binge watched Death Note until we both fell asleep.

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I kind of had writers block, so this is just a filler chapter, and not even a good one. I don't know, maybe you guys liked it... anyway, I guess I'll see you in the next chapter!

May you one day realize you can make cat whiskers like this >•<  rather than this =•=  (if you didn't already)